Trevor had a harder time finding a Friday night f**k than what he had first thought. Sharon’s, Sherry’s, and Mandy’s numbers were disconnected. Abigail, Debbie, Linda, and Katie didn’t return his texts.
He was on the eighth girl.
“Hello?” she answered sweetly.
“Bebe, it’s your favorite man, baby,” he said happily.
“Paul?” she said with excitement.
“No!” he yelled with disgust. “It’s Trevor.”
Bebe chuckled. “I know.”
“Oh, you’re playing jokes now,” he said wryly. “How’s it going, baby?”
“Hmmm, well, let’s see. It has been six months since I heard from you or seen you last so . . .” She trailed off thoughtful. “What the f**k do you care how I’m doin’? You got a hell of a lot of nerve calling me up, calling me baby after six months. You ain’t-”
Trevor clicked off and blocked her num
